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there's only sixty days 'til christmasso the metal must be coldas the jumper's fingers strugglewith the choice to free or holdand when he looks up for compassionyou only bring him downyou've been waiting here for hoursto see him jump, splash, and drownturn your head and walkturn your head and walkturn your head and walk awayturn your head and walkturn your head and walkturn your head and walk awayyou leave your cars and hit the railall to anxious for the actionit's a piece of conversationguaranteeing satisfactionand tomorrow at the officeyou got yourself a 1 2 3 4 5 star reactionyou lucky people you ran head oninto a roadside attractionturn your head and walkturn your head and walkturn your head and walk awayturn your head and walkturn your head and walkturn your head and walk awaythis free fall's a free for allfor those with rubber mouthswhy don't you come on down to ringsidewatch the jumper heading souththere'll be ooh's and aah's to orchestratethe way he jerks the hesitatesa meeting with moralityis always worth the waitturn your head and walkturn your head and walkturn your head and walk awayturn your head and walk awayturn your head and walk awayturn your head and walk awaywalk away walk away
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